| We never saw from each other’s sides, or eye to eye
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| Just eye for eye, lie for lie, fight or flight
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| So much baggage, need a luggage rack
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| But we carry on with our public spats and our feuds
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| Up back in the news, love taps when I dissed you
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| Like it was fun, actually used to run back to the booth
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| Jump back in the studio, give you a tongue lashing, then you
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| Laughed at a stomach tat with the tomb stone
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| It was funny back in our youth
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| But then it wasn’t after we knew
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| That we were done and actually through (and actually through)
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| But if there’s one fraction of truth
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| If it could be spun back I would do
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| So many things different (things different)
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| 'Cause it was such a dumbass excuse
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| You hit me once and that I would use
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| To continue the pattern of abuse
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| Why did I punch back? | 
| Girls, your dad is a scumbag, I’m confused
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| Because
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| How come you can be a lord and a loser?
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| How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
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| A good dad, but a bad husband
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| Why are you a good father?
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| A great dad, but a bad husband
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| You were the beat I loved with a writer’s block
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| The line that’s hot, that I forgot
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| We laughed a little, cried a lot
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| I’ll never forget when you came home and you held Hailie
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| Day before you went to jail and daily
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| How we’d wait for that mail lady
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| Or by the phone for Mom to call
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| And I watched you pull yourself up and we decided on
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| Givin' it one more try despite it all
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| You’re my lightning rod when my sky gets dark
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| I’m your shiny rocks in that tiny box
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| When we tied the knot, when we broke the knot
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| Every line we crossed we were supposed to not
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| Every time we fought, the insults, they got… thrown too far
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| Words that we said that we didn’t mean
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| The words that we meant that we didn’t say
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| The ones that we thought that we shoulda said
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| Letters written that we coulda read
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| Which maybe woulda lead to some good instead
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| And had this put to bed
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| But I’d be lyin' still if I said I wasn’t sittin' here askin' myself
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| How come you can be a lord and a loser?
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| How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
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| A good dad, but a bad husband
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| Why are you a good father?
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| A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said)
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| Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply)
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| But there’s always another side to a good father
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| A great dad, but a bad husband
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| We brought out the worst in each other
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| Someone had to make the sparring end
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| 'Cause I loved you, but I hated that me
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| And I don’t wanna see that side again
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| But I’m sorry, Kim
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| More than you could ever comprehend
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| Leavin' you was fuckin' harder than
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| Sawing off a fuckin' body limb
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| Once upon a time where all we had
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| Maybe that’s what drew us
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| To each other, it was true love
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| Shit, we never knew was possible
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| We might have loved each other too much
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| And maybe that’s what made us do what
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| We did to each other, all the screw-ups
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| 'Cause you always thought that you was
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| More in love with me
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| And I was thinkin' I was more in love than you was
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| For all the times that we thought it worked
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| 'Til we saw how wrong we were
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| When the dust settles now and all the dirt
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| If I touch the rawest nerve
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| All I want is for us not to hurt
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| And it’s been an exhaustive search to find the words
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| But I just heard «Mockingbird»
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| And got the urge to jot some verses and thoughts
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| The purpose was not to stir up or open wounds
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| I’ve caused a few and so have you
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| Or argue whose fault it was
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| Partly yours, partly mine, but really no one’s
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| This is so tough, I’m gettin' choked up
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| Oh fuck it, we both suck
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| We broke up, got back together
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| We both thought we had forever
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| Not bad people, just bad together
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| We were so nuts, backstabbed each other
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| Another blow struck, but there’s no duckin' this blow
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| 'Cause it’s over and it’s closure
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| But I’m not so sure how to close this
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| I just don’t know how some people can be so good
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| At one thing and so fucked at a whole nother
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| Shit, it’s no wonder
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| How come, how come, you can be a lord and a loser?
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| How come, how come, you can be a liar and a good father?
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| A good dad, but a bad husband
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| Why are you a good father?
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| A great dad, but a bad husband (Dad) (you said)
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| Forever be a hero in my eyes (I reply)
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| But there’s always another side to a good father
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| A great dad, but a bad husband |